Trust Comes First (A WWE Fanfic)

Chapter 2. Old Feelings

Morning.

My eyes flew open as I jolted out of my dream. I dreamt about Roman for the first time in 4 years and I knew that this was something I was going to have to deal with from now on. Brushing a hand over my wild hair I turned my head to the right and grinned as I saw Phil with his head buried in the pillow. His chest was rising and falling as he slept and I took the time to glance at the latest additions to his artwork. Sleeping in the same bed wasn't weird for us as I shifted onto my side to gaze at his tattoos. With a deep breath he opened his eyes, watching me watch him.

"Which ones you're favorite?" I asked, reaching out to touch the tattoos across his collarbone.

"This one." He murmured, twisting his arm to show me a tiny tattoo on the back of his arm.

I leaned in to look and my heart leapt into my throat. When everything happened between me and Roman I knew I was hurting and Roman but leaving Phil behind was something I never thought would hurt him as much as it did. In the middle of his sleeve there was a tiny tattoo hidden the midst of all his other ones. In beautiful script it was almost completely hidden. October. There weren't many people who knew my real name and Phil was one of them. I guess it must have been harder than I thought and I felt the guilt hit me. It must have shown on my face because Phil sat up, cross legged on the bed.

"I didn't mean to make you feel bad Lila. I just wanted to show you that I never forgot about you." He explained, pushing his hair back, making it stick up crazily.

I sat up as well, sitting across from him, copying his position. I grabbed my hair and threw it up into a bun on the top of my head, well aware that it was sticking out randomly. I reached out and touched the tattoo again, feeling my eyes burning. I let my hand drop and quickly closed my eyes.

"Lila are you...are you crying?" Phil asked, his voice sounding shocked.

"I'm so sorry Phil. I can't even begin to..." I tried to explain, only to have my voice crack.

I opened my eyes, seeing a blurry figure of Phil sitting in front of me looking horrified. I blinked and the tears slipped out, dashing down my cheeks. I brushed them away, not wanting to freak him out more.

"What the hell are you apologizing for? I just made you cry." He exclaimed, reaching out and pulling me roughly towards him.

My breath left my body as I was jolted against his hard frame. I rested my hands on his back, feeling the tears growing in my eyes again. Leaning my head against his shoulder I took a shuddering breath, feeling like a crud.

"I was so wrapped up in me and Roman's bullshit that I never realized who else I was hurting. I just left and I am so sorry. I don't know how you ever forgave me." I mumbled, leaning back and wiping my face.

"You and Roman have history Lila. On and off screen. You guys worked so well together, the attitude and the storyline. You can't avoid it forever especially now since your back. And I haven't forgiven you. You have a lot of grovelling and slave work to do before that happens." He laughed, his eyes twinkling with humour.

"As if I would grovel." I scoffed, pursing my lips.

Phil let out a bark of laughter as he threw himself back onto his pillow. "No I don't think you would."

Leaning back we laid there, looking up at the ceiling just enjoying the silence of the morning. After a while Phil got up and headed to the shower, offering the use of it after he was done. I had my bag on the floor and I jumped as my phone went off on the desk. I could hear the shower still going as I answered and brought it to my ear.